Post by Erra on Jan 7, 2014 1:40:34 GMT -6
Why did she have to live here? Why did she have to go out and sacrifice others? Why did she stick with this.. this.. This situation? Was it fear? Was it because some sort of curse she did not know about? Was it fear of the savages living on this island? She wanted to o back home... Home to the Crystal Kingdom... Home with... with.. With what? sickness.... Sadness... Lairs? Is this so called Goddess... Really that? A goddess? Lucifer... Everyone at home... Taught her there were no Gods... That legends were just that legends.. That all who were not human were Pokemon meant to be captured in tiny crystals.. Stored to be used and abused. That all witches should die, for they were worshipers of the Satan, lord of the devils... Yet here she was.. Dressed in this pure white dress, pretending to believe and worship this Goddess of dreams, this Legendary Pokemon that is powerful enough to trap her in lies. A pokemon that prevents her from truly being happy in this falsehood of a world.
Erra felt her body began to shake with sadness and tears... She just wanted to go home... Why could she just not lost her memories? Why could she not blend in? Why... Why... Why did she have to lie? Have to be all by herself... She drew closer to the window of her room, a window that overlooked a statue of the goddess Cresselia, a window that was probably purposefully placed there so she will always be within the Goddess reach... The Goddess torturing reach. The soul swanna flew to the windowsill and sat down on it appearing out into the courtyard where there seemed to be people gathering for a place of worship. Erra turned away from the window her mind feeling up with disgust. Who murders their own people of worship?
What was the point of sacrificing... It may not be all as it seemed... But it was still not right... Just the thought? Who created this thought? Who created all this... This world... This place... Recently she had dreams... Dreams of a face... A face that was to bring Cresselia down... A sign, probably from the bastard Goddess to just remind her that speaking to the person would just cause that person to be confused and fail his quest. How sickening. A toy, that is what she was, a toy.
It was pointless to just stay in her room all day... It was pointless to wear this silly white outfit... It was all just so pointless... Why could she not speak the truth? Why could she not right now go out and speak to the first person she saw in her visions and tell them everything? Everything on how to break this.. All this.... Just it was frustrating, why did Cresselia do this to her? What was so special about this ridicules illusion that this Goddess created? Power?
Her thoughts just made her feel the clothing she wore seem heavy and nasty... Just plain heavy and gross, she looked around in her room for her cleanest clothes. Her cleanest was located on farthest left hung on a line going across a small section of the room. She quickly picked it off and laid the dress on the bed, then began to strip. About half way naked something... or Someone... began to fly straight toward her window.. She did not notice, too preoccupied by sliding her clothes off revealing a white bikini and pale body.... But Swanna sure noticed, freaked a tad causing the stupid bird soul pokemon to fly right into a near by wall near Erra's bed and blacking out. Which caused Erra to turn to the window with a shocked wide eyed face at the newcomer. Holding nothing and nothing covering her, minus the white bikini.